Anna woke to gray of high-rise view, city under cloud; gray veil of mist and fog amongst gray rise of city’s walls—dark shadows of window glass—blending, obscuring, melding into cloud over black and sheen of city streets.
From bed she rose and moved to stand by window’s view absorbing all the scene; gray of the sky, gray of its cast that carried into room tempering and dimming sharp and crisp of white.
Her naked skin appeared the same, tempered of dawn-rise radiance in absence of sunlight brilliance. Spring lines of her tan toned soft divisions over arms and cut of shirt collars’ fall—pale of her pure and hidden into begin of skin touched in spring; freckles’ dappled break of pattern-bloom like clover in height of June.
Room touched warm, even in temper and shade of cloud.
Naked, she held in heat—linger-last of bedsheet’s cover and wrap of his whole-night hold; her body into his, comfort of pair and match and natural in fit that brought them both to peace and keep of sleep lasting late into the cloud-veiled morn.
Standing, she looked to dress in crumple on the floor, its deep and navy dark contrasting to surrounding room of white. She smiled at it’s sight, remembering how its place and crumple came to be: his finger’s draw to shoulder straps; his slow working of it low; feel of it’s loose over high and waist, its tight and fill at hips; sense of the room, warmth of air, in expose of its drawing low; admire of his eyes, wander of his touch—follow of mouth’s cover and kiss; dress further lowered, eyes and touch and kiss’ follow until all of her was freed; fast fall in pass of hips where touch and kiss remained.
Her draw to his back, raise of him back to high from low-keep and stay in trail follow of dress-fall; her need for his lips, her need for his kiss; both of them in stand; her move of his body, guiding to wall, her beginning onto him; piece by piece of evening suit—her way of eyes and touch and kiss’ path as his to her; sound of his breath, let of voice, as she knelt and took onto his strain; close of her eyes, her focus to gifting and his sounds, his hands in press, grasp-hold to her hair, his answer to her way.
She looked upon the crumpled suit, warmth and heat and paint of blush in face and throat and high-chest spread rising from within, remembering all again.
Release of his hold, fall of his hands, draw-raise of her back as she had his, glow-light of smiles and eyes in room’s night-shade; his hold to her ass, close-draw of her body, firm pressing of their fronts; his other hand in high, as hers to him, cradle-held to back of neck in kiss’ paired caress.
His lead of her body—back to beginning—from wall to bedside stand; another step, further guide and lead; skirt of bed to back of her calves, mattress to knees and low hind of thighs; her body’s fast and free of fall into catching of the bed; his mirrored fall in place above; sweep and raise and lift of her low—high heavy onto bed; nest spread and cradle of embracing legs, body’s curl and cave to his smooth, full striking—deeply—to her need. Breath’s escape, breath’s restore, widened fall and spread of her open breasts, broaden of her cleft, as body arced and shoulder blades drew stronger into spine; race of their kiss, race of their way into the full of free.
Heat of more than body’s blush, she remembered all again.
Gray of sky and memory signs, dress and suit upon the floor, she moved from window’s view and sight of sky back into heart of room where he, and bed, remained.
Gentle kiss upon his neck, its fall to collar’s spread, she listened to his breathing’s change, held to further waking sign; begin-caress of his hand in pet to line of her open spine; her further fall, his further wake; her loving of the way—slow building back into strong of love, thunderous, in the clouds.